Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.